Pulling and Pushing to Tear Us Apart.

Alright, so I've had quite the lengthy discussion with my mother and with an academic advisor and I am going to finish out the school year. However; I will not be returning the following year to study, I will hopefully be living on the coast. I think I need to take a break from school for a while, and just enjoy life. I want to still have at least a little bit of fun before I really have to start working. Hopefully some time on the Island and work will help me to settle down and actually live. One thing that has really been pulling at me...please send emails, I would really like a way to improve the blog and to write more focused! It'd be greatly appreciated :) Well here's a little writing to get you thinking...

     That look crossed his face again. Staining what I had become so accustomed to, and no matter how hard I pushed the lines wouldn’t leave his face. My fingers tugged and pulled, stretching at the skin with no avail. The lines remained, marring a perfect image. Perhaps it wasn’t his fault though; I was the reason for these lines of deep seated concern. I was the reason he barely slept, I was the reason he stopped eating. I was the reason he forgot who he was. It is okay now, though. I’m gone, I won’t ever be there to bother him again, I won’t ever be there to stumble and fall. He won’t have to see what hurt him so much. I’ve withered and passed. Perhaps it’s for the better. Perhaps.